...big, fat thud.
One of my editors takes center stage. With clever manipulation of typography and photo placement, he has manged to cut the amount he owes me for two articles in half (he pays "by the page") while still getting to use all the words I wrote.
There's a word for people like him. Several words, really.
And my so-called budget is now down the toilet. Farther into the sewer than it was before, if that's possible.
I need to get away today, so I don't have any interaction with clients -- especially that one -- or the ever-lengthening line of people who want my money. And, probably, my blood.
So: into shower, then into car and down the road.
2 hours ago